Monday, July 18, 2011

(at the beach I sometimes wear a floppy straw hat that came free with a case of beer. Sera doesn't like it.)
Me: "You don't like my hat, do you?"Sera: "No. You look like a farmer."
Me: "What's wrong with looking like a farmer?"Sera: "Are you a farmer?"
Me: "No."Sera: "I don't want you to be a farmer."
Me: "Why not?"Sera: "I don't want to talk about that right now."

(walking back to the cottage from the beach, I could hear somebody playing the bagpipes in the distance)
Me: "Sera. Do you hear that?"Sera: "What?"
Me: "Bagpipes! Man, I love the bagpipes."Sera: "Me too. They're so sneaky."